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What a jewel the sun was; what 
marvel the stars;
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How incredibly alive the trees were
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And to love again and again,
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And have people to whom we are 
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deeply attached go to sleep and 
never wake up
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And the laughter echoes only in 
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one's mind... but then the echo goes
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The memory, the traces are all gone
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All your efforts, all your 
achievements,
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All your attainments turning into 
dust, nothingness
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What is the feeling? what happens to
 you?
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The idea of God as the potter, the
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 architect of the universe,
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It makes you feel that life is, 
after all, important,
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That there is someone who cares.
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It has meaning, it has sense, and 
you are valuable in the eyes of the 
father
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But after a while it got 
embarrassing, the superstition, the 
myth,
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(The absolutely unfounded idea why 
does anybody believe that?)
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So you become an atheist, and then 
you feel terrible
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After that, because you got rid of 
God
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But that means you got rid of 
yourself, you're just nothing but a 
machine
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And your idea that you're a machine 
is just a machine too (a machine in 
the system)
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So if you think that that's the way 
things are, you feel hostile to the 
world.
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You feel that the world is a 
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neurological trap into which you 
somehow got caught trapped
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You run from the maternity ward to 
the crematorium and that's it that's
 it
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So if you're a smart kid you commit 
suicide
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Now I want to propose another idea 
altogether


[Breakdown]
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The real you, is not a puppet which 
life pushes around.
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The real you, the real deep down 
you, is the whole universe.
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You cannot confine yourself to what 
happens inside the skin.
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Your skin doesn't separate you from 
the world, it's a bridge.
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But just as a magnet polarizes 
its-self in north and south but its 
all one magnet,
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So experience polarizes itself as 
"Self" and "Other", but it's all 
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one.
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What you call the "External world"
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 is as much you as your own body
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Most people think that when they 
open they're eyes
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And look around that what they are 
seeing is outside
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It seems, doesn't it, that you are
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 behind your eyes
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We haven't realized that life and 
death, black and white,
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Good and evil, being and non-being, 
come from the same center


[Otro]
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When you look for your own 
particularized center of being
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Which is separate from everything 
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else, you won't be able to find it
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The only way you'll know it isn't 
there is if you look hard enough,
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To find out that it isn't there
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It isn't there at all, there isn't a
 separate you
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There are, in physical reality, no 
such things as separate events
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People can't be talked out of 
illusions
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If a person believes that the earth 
is flat,
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You can't talk him out of that, he 
knows that it's flat
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He'll go down to the window and see 
that its obvious, it looks flat
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So the only way to convince him that
 it isn't is to say,
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"Well let's go and find the edge".